For those who don’t speak German, the title translates loosely into colloquial English as:
Stop your bl00dy moaning!
In the past month I’ve been doing pastoral work for the local church. Anyone can wear the label. Anyone can talk the talk. Can they walk the walk? For sure it’s rewarding, helping people to sort their problems, whether that be depression, loneliness, falling out with friends, etc.
Fast-forward to the last 24 hours.
Last night I went to the local ELCN (English Language Comedy Night) in DUS Altstadt. It was excellent as ever, including seeing the world’s shortest comedian. (But some other time, please.)
I get home just after 01:30, pretty much still on a high after enjoying two hours’ live stand-up comedy including the world’s shortest comedian bantering with a bald man who was a hair brush salesman. (But some other time, please.)
A quick check on my emails and Facebook. I’m still a bit “hyper” from the ELCN.
G, my old classmate from pads brat days nearly 40 years ago, is online. Night owl.
Then comes the bombshell.
G, a policeman, tells me matter-of-factly, his wife had just been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, which had spread to the lungs. (British understatement: Not very good news at all.)
I immediately submit a prayer to York Minster Prayer Box. I say kind words to G… which probably all his friends had told him earlier on in the day.
It’s now 02:00. Bedtime and BBC Radio Five.
Fast forward about 10 hours. I’m at church, using one of the meeting rooms as a study to read one of my IT text books.
A member of congregation happens to walk in.
Hello German Ginge. How are you? Bleat bleat bleat moan moan moan grumble grumble grumble… The local kiosk had run out of bread rolls, or some similar catastrophe.
G in G:
MoC, let me tell you something. I really enjoyed the comedy evening last night. But something spoilt it, I’m afraid. You see, in the wee small hours this morning, I found out that a friend of mine has been diagnosed with terminal cancer.
Now, do you still want to tell me about what a morning you have just had?
MoC – exit stage left. Bis später.
Have a grateful day, won’t you!